Was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Not a negative word was heard.

The dialogue between what's going on in the world and what's going on internally seems to be a natural thing - well, it's natural to me, anyway, to have these thoughts.

Was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Not a negative word was heard.

Life I love you, all is groovy.

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

I don't know what I'm going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can't see around the bend and you don't know where you are going to go, which is fun.

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.